Small Town Gyrl

Small Town Gyrl Handcrafted jewelry, books + soul alignment guidance. Meaningful pieces, words and practices to help you come home to yourself. Rooted. Intentional. Becoming.

Small Town Gyrl was born from a season of deep healing, rebuilding, and remembering. This space is a reflection of that journey — a return to self, to softness, to inner truth. Here, jewelry is more than something you wear. It is meaning, intention, memory, grounding. Every piece is handcrafted by heart and hand, created slowly and with purpose. The soul alignment work woven through this space is

gentle, human, and real. It’s not about fixing, pushing, or becoming someone new. It’s about coming home to who you’ve always been — beneath the survival patterns, the noise, and the expectations. This is a place to breathe. To reconnect. To remember. To rise in your own time.

A little peek inside Rooted & Wild tonight.From “The Audition Is Over.”Just a small portion of the essay.This one feels ...
08/27/2026

A little peek inside Rooted & Wild tonight.

From “The Audition Is Over.”

Just a small portion of the essay.

This one feels a little different now that I can hold it in my hands.

Rooted & Wild is officially out in the world.Even typing that feels a little surreal.This isn’t my first book, but this ...
08/22/2026

Rooted & Wild is officially out in the world.

Even typing that feels a little surreal.

This isn’t my first book, but this one feels different.

Very different.

Because I didn’t sit down one day and decide to write Rooted & Wild.

These essays were written over the past few years. Different moments. Different seasons. Different versions of me.

And somewhere along the way, without really knowing it at the time, I was writing a book.

A book I held in my hands today.

A book I opened and started reading…

…and promptly started crying.

There is so much I could tell you about what’s inside these pages.

But I don’t want to.

I want you to meet it for yourself.

I want you to turn the pages without me standing beside you explaining them. I want the words to find you wherever you happen to be when you read them.

Because these essays may have started as mine…

but what you find in them gets to be yours.

And I think I’m ready for that.

Rooted & Wild: A Collection of Essays About Identity, Nature, and Becoming is officially published.

It’s real.

And I am really, really proud of this one. 🖤

Paperback available now on Amazon — $15.99.

https://a.co/d/07n8U7X9

Well… this is starting to feel very real. 🌿📖A first look at the cover of my upcoming book, Rooted & Wild: Essays on Iden...
08/19/2026

Well… this is starting to feel very real. 🌿📖

A first look at the cover of my upcoming book, Rooted & Wild: Essays on Identity, Nature & Becoming.

This collection grew out of a season of reflection, grief, creativity, change, and learning how to come back to myself.

It explores identity, nature, anger, aging, belonging, boundaries, creativity, and the quiet work of becoming more fully yourself.

Proof copies are on the way, and I cannot wait to hold this one in my hands.

More soon. 💛

08/19/2026

I know I haven’t been posting a whole lot of business stuff lately.

Truthfully, I needed a minute.

Life handed me a breakup, and I needed some space to move through it instead of pretending I was fine, forcing creativity, or trying to show up like nothing had happened.

So I gave myself that.

I wrote. I cried. I got angry. I got quiet. I spent time outside. I worked on my book. I let myself feel all the things that apparently come with untangling yourself from something you thought was going to look very different.

And somewhere along the way…I started feeling like me again.

Not “everything is magically perfect” me.

Just grounded. Clearer. Curious about what’s next.

And, maybe most importantly, excited again.

I’m actually itching to get back to my workbench. My photo booth is calling my name. I have stones waiting to become something beautiful, ideas rolling around in my head, and OH YEAH…

I HAVE A BOOK TO PUBLISH. 😂📖

So if Small Town Gyrl has seemed a little quieter lately, that’s why.

I needed some time to tend to the woman behind the business.

She’s doing pretty damn good now.

And she’s ready to make some s**t. ❤️🌿✨

Let’s Talk About It: Grief — Final PartI think this is where I want to leave this series.Not with “moving on.”Not with “...
08/18/2026

Let’s Talk About It: Grief — Final Part

I think this is where I want to leave this series.

Not with “moving on.”

Not with “closure.”

Not with pretending grief eventually packs its bags and disappears.

I don’t think it always does.

Some losses become quieter.

Some stop taking up every room.

Some become something we can carry without dropping everything else we’re holding.

And maybe that’s enough.

Maybe grief becomes part of the landscape.

A place we’ve walked through.
A place we may visit again.
A place that changed us.

But it doesn’t get to own the whole damn view.

There is still joy.

Still laughter.

Still connection.

Still new things waiting to matter.

Still versions of ourselves we haven’t met yet.

And sometimes healing looks less like leaving grief behind and more like realizing there is room in us for both:

What was.

And what is still becoming.

So if you’ve shared here over these past few posts, thank you.

For trusting this space.
For naming what hurt.
For telling the truth about what grief has looked like for you.

And if you read quietly and never commented, there was room for you too.

There still is.

I don’t think grief needs a neat ending.

So I won’t give it one.

I’ll just say this:

Whatever you’re carrying, you don’t have to pretend it didn’t matter in order to keep walking.

Come sit with me….

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Let’s Talk About It: Grief — Part FiveThere’s a strange moment in grief that nobody really warns you about.You laugh.Rea...
08/17/2026

Let’s Talk About It: Grief — Part Five

There’s a strange moment in grief that nobody really warns you about.

You laugh.

Really laugh.

Maybe you catch yourself singing in the car.
You get excited about something.
You have a good day.
You realize hours have passed without thinking about what you lost.

And then, sometimes, guilt sneaks in.

Should I be this okay?

Does laughing mean I’m moving on too quickly?

Does feeling happy mean it didn’t matter as much as I thought it did?

Grief can make joy feel almost disloyal.

But joy does not erase grief.

Feeling alive again does not betray what you lost.

You can miss someone and still have a beautiful day.

You can grieve the life you thought you were going to have and still become excited about the life that is unfolding now.

You can laugh until your stomach hurts and cry an hour later.

Apparently, grief has absolutely no interest in being consistent.

And maybe healing doesn’t mean choosing between sadness and joy.

Maybe it means learning that there is room for both.

So today I want to ask:

Have you ever felt guilty for feeling okay again?

Or maybe the opposite—

Have you ever had a moment of joy that made you realize, I’m still here. I’m still living.

There’s room for that here too.

Come sit with me….

Let’s Talk About It: Grief — Part FourGrief changes the shape of us.Not always in dramatic ways.Sometimes it’s quieter t...
08/16/2026

Let’s Talk About It: Grief — Part Four

Grief changes the shape of us.

Not always in dramatic ways.

Sometimes it’s quieter than that.

You become more protective of your peace.

More aware of who actually shows up.

Less interested in forcing connections that no longer fit.

More honest about what hurts.

More willing to say no.

More grateful for the ordinary things you once overlooked.

Sometimes grief softens you.

Sometimes it sharpens you.

Sometimes it does both at the same damn time.

You may find that the person you were before the loss doesn’t quite fit anymore.

And that can be its own kind of grief too.

Because even when healing is happening, there can still be sadness in realizing you’re not going back to who you were.

Maybe you’re not supposed to.

Maybe grief doesn’t just ask us to live without something.

Maybe it changes the shape of us and asks us to meet the version of ourselves that exists afterward.

So today I want to ask:

How has grief changed you?

Have you become softer?
Stronger?
More guarded?
More honest?
More grateful?
Less willing to tolerate things you once did?

Or maybe you’re still figuring that out.

That counts too.

Come sit with me….

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Some days don’t need to be extraordinary to feel full.This morning held dew-covered plants, garden wandering, fresh-pick...
08/15/2026

Some days don’t need to be extraordinary to feel full.

This morning held dew-covered plants, garden wandering, fresh-picked carrots, a beautiful garlic harvest, flowers tucked into little bundles, and Birdie’s first trip to the farm — where she met new friends, investigated everything, and came home completely exhausted. ❤️

There is something about days like this that brings me back to myself.

Hands busy.
Feet on the ground.
Food grown close to home.
Animals being animals.
Flowers opening because that’s what they do.
Light and shadow making art when no one asked them to.

Maybe that’s part of what being rooted means to me.

Not having everything figured out.
Just being present enough to notice what is already here.

And today, there was a lot worth noticing. 🌿

Let’s Talk About It: Grief — Part ThreeGrief has a strange way of making you question your progress.You have a good day....
08/15/2026

Let’s Talk About It: Grief — Part Three

Grief has a strange way of making you question your progress.

You have a good day.

Maybe even a few.

You laugh.
You get things done.
You notice something beautiful.
You go hours without thinking about what you lost.

And you think—

Maybe I’m getting somewhere.

Then a song plays.

You find an old photograph.
Someone says a name.
You reach for your phone out of habit.
You drive past a familiar place.
A memory shows up without being invited.

And suddenly, there it is again.

The ache.

And sometimes that happens months later.

Sometimes years.

You can have made peace with a loss.
Built a life around the space it left.
Gone long stretches without feeling its weight.

And then something small cracks the door open.

A smell.
A season.
A familiar laugh.
A place you haven’t been in years.
A memory you didn’t even know you still carried.

And grief peeks back in.

It can feel like you’ve gone backward.

But you haven’t.

Grief isn’t a straight road with a finish line waiting at the end.

Some days you carry it quietly.

Some days it sits beside you.

Some days it climbs right into your lap and demands your attention.

And sometimes you realize you’ve been laughing for twenty minutes and forgot it was even in the room.

None of those days erase the others.

Feeling okay doesn’t mean it didn’t matter.

Hurting again doesn’t mean you haven’t healed.

Laughing doesn’t mean you’ve forgotten.

And having a hard day—even years later—doesn’t put you back at the beginning.

Maybe some grief never completely leaves us.

Maybe it just becomes quieter.

Maybe healing isn’t about leaving grief behind.

Maybe it’s learning that grief can come along for the walk without always deciding where you’re going.

So today, I want to ask:

What has surprised you about your own grief?

The thing you thought would hurt but didn’t?

The tiny thing you never expected to miss?

The moment you realized you were okay—and then felt guilty for being okay?

The wave that came out of nowhere, long after you thought the storm had passed?

Whatever it is, there’s room for it here.

Come sit with me….

+image created by AI

Let’s Talk About It: Grief — Part TwoGrief doesn’t require a funeral.Sometimes the person is still alive.Sometimes the r...
08/13/2026

Let’s Talk About It: Grief — Part Two

Grief doesn’t require a funeral.

Sometimes the person is still alive.

Sometimes the relationship ended.
The friendship changed.
The family you knew looks different now.
The future you pictured disappeared.
Your health changed.
Your children grew up.
You moved away from a place that once felt like home.
You became someone different, and an old version of yourself no longer fits.

And still—

You grieve.

I think sometimes we make grief harder because we believe we have to justify it.

Was it really a loss?
Do I have the right to be this sad?
Shouldn’t I be over this by now?

But grief doesn’t ask permission.

It simply shows up wherever something mattered.

And maybe instead of asking ourselves whether we’re allowed to grieve, we could ask:

What am I actually mourning?

Not just who or what did I lose—

but what did it represent?

Safety?
Connection?
Identity?
Belonging?
A dream?
A version of the future?

Sometimes naming that is where understanding begins.

So, if you feel comfortable sharing:

What do you think you’re really grieving underneath the loss?

Come sit with me….

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